The Handly Cup Style finals of lawn darts was the Super Bowl of Godly sporting events. Both Zeus and his Indian counter part Indra had made it to the finals. Greece vs. India in the finals. The crowd was going wild in anticipation. On his final underhand toss Zeus had stuck the old junk car halfway into the ground inside the old NASCAR oval track. “Take that!” he thundered. Indra, never one to be intimated, tossed his highly colored junker into the air and it landed just inside of the one Zeus had just tossed. “Rematch” roared the wounded Zeus.
This post is written for Mondays Finish The Story. The challenge is to finish the story using 100-150 words, not including the sentence provided in bold below. My story follows the picture prompt. Other stories can be found by clicking on the link at the end of this post.
That lightning bolt? That was just the beginning. There would be more, much more to follow. His life was spinning out of control by the minute.
Married to Hera was becoming more than he could bear. Her constant nagging. Always asking him to help out around the clouds more and more. She’s not leaving that’s for sure. Not on her own anyway.
After all I am the King of Gods. All other Gods rise in my presence. Even the Gods that are not my children addressed me as “Father.” But even they are getting to be a royal pain. All the other Gods want is their entertainment. I keep getting them mixed up anyway.
And our daughter, Aphrodite, now there was a serious problem. Even for me with my many erotic escapades, her many amorous adventures put me to shame even after I arranged to marry her off to that ugly Hephaestus for a heavenly profit. How horrible to be known as the father of the goddess of procreation. Yikes!
I need to slow down or I’ll work myself to death. Ha!